Immortal Souls ProloguePROLOGUE1300 YEARS AGOAtropos stood in mournful silence with her sisters in the back of the grand hall, watching as the Witches and Demons arrived. Shadows danced in gleeful anticipation, their presence darkening the aura of the room, making the air thick and hard to breathe as if just by being there they were poisoning it, making it toxic to all around them. Things were not right and had not been for quite some time now. But something had changed. What had started out as simple acts of selfishness, strongly worded arguments and minor fights for freedom had recently turned into all out acts of brutality. The current display being the most depraved. Atropos looked on as three women strolled into the hall, all with white hair, white skin and white eyes. They called themselves the Elder Witches. Although their years didn’t show on their faces they were three of the oldest Witches alive.